[He wants to step forward and put a hand on Magpie's shoulder, to offer some kind of reassurance of his presence, but with the man just coming down from a panic attack, he trusts it won't help. This is a terrible foot to keep having this conversation on - pushing harder may only mean forcing Magpie to suffer and struggle more to no meaningful end, and he doesn't want that. Everything on the tail end of a panic attack is going to be tinged with either exhaustion or emotion, and he doesn't see a good reason to force through that. Not right now. Magpie was patient with him when he needed it, so he's fine with leaving this where it is now, if that's what's best. He can be patient.]

You don't need to thank me for that; When you need help, I want to be there for you. I'd like to think you'd do the same for me, eventually. [It seems far from a good idea for Magpie to stay here and drink himself into a stupor, but he's an adult. He's not going to stop him. Crouching, he meets Magpie's gaze steadily.] Do you want to go home?

[Of course the man does, Charles expects, but he wants him to know that he's not going to try to keep him against his will after everything that just happened.]